I find myself operating from a very introspective, over-thinking, determined–yet timid kind of place these days. Anyone else?
I’m not sure if it’s me that’s turned inside out, but more that the world feels upside down from a lot of angles, and I’m generally trying to find my way through the maze. Too much information. Not enough truth. So many voices vying for my attention. Not enough quiet. Life with far fewer time-obligations out in the world because so many events/classes/activities/social gatherings are on pause, but a heightened level of responsibility to and for our little brood, gathered within our four walls at all hours, always together.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my people. I love and absolutely do not take for granted that we get to do life together. And the fact that global circumstances have brought us here–to this place where we ALWAYS do life together, is very much a gift. But with great privilege comes great responsibility, and my Type 1 personality wants to get it so right, in every moment, all of the time.
The healthiest, wisest version of myself whispers, “Dear Molly, you are enough. Your efforts are worthy. Your heart shines through,” while the unhealthy parts of me refrain, “Yes, but you could always do more. You could do better. You should…”
Friends, in this time when the world feels tenuous and tender (because it very much IS), I know that I know that I know that God wishes we’d hear His whispers of “I value you. I see you. I’ve got you. You are mine,” over anything else. The air around us is loud. And it isn’t just loud. Some (most?) days it’s swirling with tension, unrest, ache, offense, defense, disagreement and the smoke rising from too many matches lit and thrown on top of an already burning fire. I can’t even begin to unpack what last night exposed even further about this time we’re living in, as two grown babies argued and disregarded one another on live television while the world watched. The examples set before us in this arena are simply awful. AWFUL. And they don’t set the tone for the rest of us to remember to be kind, to treat others with respect, to love one another as we’re called to love. We can ask ourselves how we got here, and that question has its place. But what’s more urgent in a time such as this is to ask ourselves WHERE we can place our trust when so much is untrustworthy. Let’s be honest. Digging out the truth these days is a full time job with loads of overtime and no extra pay.
And on that note, I’ve done it. I’ve gone searching for truth in the news cycle, in off-the-beaten-path resources, in reports from regular people like you and me instead of mainstream media. And I’ve gone down the rabbit hole and spent too many hours trying to figure it out myself, to my own detriment. Not daily, not since March, but from time to time when I’ve set down where I actually place my hope and tried to pick up controlling things on my own.
This is a terrible idea. It just is. I can say this with assurance because I’ve experienced the impact of this behavior on my own heart and mind. Friends, our minds are swirling and our hearts are weary for so many big and real reasons. The information train of social media, television, everyone’s opinions and our own internal voices eventually becomes too much. Trying to take it all in isn’t helpful. I’ve only found two things that help defray the cost of these influences on my life and mindset, and one is mightier than the other. The first we’ll group into the category of quiet/self care/exercise/rest/nutrition, and the second (but not second) is Jesus.
If I don’t get my head in the Word, I can’t stop the crazy train in my head. I just can’t. There’s too much begging for my attention. I’m not saying I do this well, I’m just saying that the Word is the ONLY thing that has staying power to bring peace. The. Only. Thing. I’ll admit that some days I can’t even bring myself to dig deep there, even if I know it’s what best. So I play songs that speak truth over me and over our kids as we go about the day. I find the podcast that preaches on what God has to say about any one thing. I offer up little prayers all the day long and I ask Him to bring clarity in areas where I feel like I have none.
This time in the world is riddled with hard. I feel it, too. But if you’re in the camp of Jesus being the answer, our hope has not changed. We all have some really big decisions ahead of us in this next month leading up to election day. I’m not going to get political here–that’s really never been my intent. But I’ll say this: I remember heading to vote four years ago and the only thing guiding my hand in that booth being God’s gently-leading direction. I’m praying for that again. Begging for it. Doing this allows me to put down the effort to dive into every politically charged and divisive topic, and to put my discernment and faith to work instead. God has brought leaders to power throughout the history of the world, and He has allowed them to rise and fall. We are still His people no matter who is in charge, and that won’t ever change.
The world is upside down to us, because we’re not in control. But we serve a really giant God who, in spite of ourselves, keeps whispering in His merciful way, “I value you. I’ve got you. I see you. You are mine.” In any circumstance, He isn’t confused. He’s never been mean or poor, His Kingdom is not is trouble, and at the end of the day and because of Christ, neither are we. Bless the Lord for that.